The morning sun shone brightly over the event center as the crowd buzzed with excitement, still reeling from the explosive match between Josuke Akari and Arden Star. The arena, a grand circular structure with massive stone arches and banners bearing the insignias of each ranger unit, radiated a sense of grandeur and anticipation. Every seat was filled, the spectators eager for the next battle.
The announcer's voice rang through the air, loud and enthusiastic, reigniting the crowd's fervor. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we've all been waiting for! A clash that carries the weight of history itself! On one side, Arthur Pendragon, the last true blood of the fallen Camelot a name etched into legend! And on the other side, Morgan Griffin, heir to the House of Griffin, sworn enemies of the Pendragon bloodline!"
Gasps and murmurs spread through the stands. The revelation of Arthur's lineage stunned the audience. Whispers of Camelot's glory and downfall echoed as spectators pieced together the significance of the Pendragon name.
Inside the waiting room, Josuke leaned forward on the bench, his usually carefree expression replaced by curiosity. "Wait…he's the Pendragon? Like, the real deal?"
Hinata adjusted her gloves, her blue eyes narrowing. "It seems so. That explains his poise and unmatched swordsmanship. This is more than just a match it's a battle of legacies."
Arthur stepped out of the waiting area, his composure calm and his gaze unwavering. His ranger uniform was pristine, the unzipped crop jacket revealing the Pendragon crest etched onto his chest plate. Strapped to his back was his sword, Excalibur, its hilt shimmering with an ethereal glow. He moved with a quiet dignity, his steps purposeful and confident.
Across the stage, Morgan Griffin stormed onto the field. His tall frame and sharp features exuded arrogance, his long crimson coat billowing behind him. His broadsword, engraved with the Griffin family emblem, rested heavily in his grip.
As the two opponents faced each other in the center of the arena, Morgan pointed his sword at Arthur, his eyes burning with contempt. "You filthy Pendragon," he spat. "Your bloodline is cursed. I'll make sure to wipe away the last trace of your pathetic kingdom. When I'm done, everyone will know that the Griffins are the mightiest family in all of Elaris!"
Arthur stood silent, his calm gaze meeting Morgan's fury. His silence only seemed to fuel Morgan's rage.
The announcer, sensing the tension, grinned and addressed the crowd. "This is going to be a fight for the ages! Rangers, take your positions. Let the match…BEGIN!"
The announcer disappeared from the stage, and Morgan wasted no time, charging at Arthur with his broadsword raised high.
"Take this, Pendragon!" Morgan roared, bringing his blade down with immense force.
Arthur sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid and deliberate. His hand never even reached for Excalibur as he avoided the strike, his eyes never leaving Morgan.
Morgan snarled and swung again, his strikes becoming faster and more aggressive. Sparks flew as his blade slashed through the air, but Arthur dodged each attack with precision, his movements more like a dance than a battle.
"Why won't you fight back?!" Morgan barked, his frustration evident.
Arthur finally spoke, his voice calm and composed. "Because you're unworthy of my blade."
The crowd erupted into gasps and murmurs, shocked by Arthur's declaration. Josuke let out a low whistle from the waiting room. "Man, he's got nerves of steel."
Morgan's face twisted with anger. "You dare mock me?!" He raised his broadsword, its edge glowing with fiery magic. "Let's see you dodge this! Thunder God Strike!"
Morgan slammed his blade into the ground, unleashing a wave of lightning that surged toward Arthur with terrifying speed. The audience held their breath as the inferno roared across the stage, striking Arthur.
When the dust cleared, Arthur stood unharmed, his calm demeanor unchanged. Excalibur now rested in his hand, its blade glowing with a soft blue light.
Morgan's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible! You should be ash!"
Arthur tilted his head slightly. "You rely too much on brute force and theatrics. A knight should master control, not chaos."
Morgan roared in fury and charged again, swinging his sword wildly. Their blades clashed, the sound of steel against steel reverberating through the arena. Sparks flew with each strike as the two engaged in a flurry of attacks.
Despite Morgan's brute strength and fiery magic, Arthur remained composed, parrying each strike with precision and grace. His movements were measured, his strikes deliberate. It was clear to the audience that Arthur was in complete control.
Morgan, on the other hand, grew more desperate with each passing moment. His attacks became reckless, his energy waning as Arthur continued to counter every move.
"You fight like a child throwing a tantrum," Arthur said, his tone calm but cutting.
Morgan growled, raising his blade for one final, powerful strike. "I'll end this now!"
But Arthur was faster. With a swift, precise motion, he disarmed Morgan, sending the broadsword flying across the stage. Before Morgan could react, Arthur stepped forward and struck him in the stomach with the hilt of Excalibur.
Morgan doubled over, gasping for air, but Arthur wasn't done. He delivered a powerful kick, sending Morgan tumbling backward. The crowd gasped as Morgan skidded across the arena floor and rolled out of the ring.
The announcer reappeared, his voice ringing through the stunned silence. "And the winner is…ARTHUR PENDRAGON of Unit Zero!"
The arena erupted into cheers and applause, though some in the audience were still too shocked to react. Arthur walked to the edge of the stage, pointing Excalibur at Morgan, who lay on the ground, clutching his stomach.
"Do not underestimate a Pendragon, useless Griffin," Arthur said, his voice sharp and unwavering. "You bring shame to your house."
Morgan glared up at Arthur, his face twisted with fury and humiliation, but he said nothing.
As Arthur returned to the waiting room, his teammates greeted him with admiration.
"That was incredible," Hinata said, her blue eyes shining with respect.
Josuke grinned, clapping Arthur on the back. "Man, you didn't even break a sweat! That was savage."
Arthur merely nodded, his calm demeanor unbroken. "The fight was nothing personal. It was just a matter of principle."
As the crowd's cheers continued to echo throughout the event center, Arthur's name was etched into the minds of everyone present, not just as a ranger of Unit Zero but as the last true Pendragon a legend reborn.